Last evening, just as dusk was decending and I was closing up the patio blinds - I noticed a little feathered friend standing at the door. Cold and with some minor injuries, she's now in recovery in our guest room.
Last night she was tired, probably in shock, but helped herself to water. This morning, she's running around like ....well......lets just say there is nothing wrong with her legs. One wing is pretty messed up and doesn't appear to be broken but all the flight feathers are missing. Other then that - we appear to be doing well.
She (and we're not sure if IT is a boy or girl) ate well of the mashed boiled egg, shells, parsley, and apple concoction that I put through the food processor.
*sigh*
Crystal